Convince me that it is real
Make me believe that the kisses that you lend come from the depth of your heart
And your sensation towards me... Oh, I hope it is filled with emotion too
Cause every time your hand runs softly through my hair, every time your body is close to mine, silence is the only present ingredient that fulfils the moment.
My head resting on your chest, looking at the start in the open sky
The only cloud I see is the smoke of your cigarette.
...And I hold still onto you
the more I feel, the more I think of it,
The less I believe it is real
Because the more I feel, the more I fear
It feels like our end is near
But... when our lips cross, the world becomes a fairytale,
and I, we, the poison that flows inside of me, embraced with love..
I hope it’s not real
Oh...It’s delightful, breathtaking, magnificent!
Than why do I wish for it to end?
Everlasting questions run through my head, are you the right one to fall for? Am I making a mistake? Will I be hurt? Should this be happening?
Am I afraid to love?
I hold onto my glass of wine, take my mind away from you... into the wild where I find myself safe.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC
Convince me that it is real
Make me believe that the kisses that you lend come from the depth of your heart
And your sensation towards me... Oh, I hope it is filled with emotion too
Cause every time your hand runs softly through my hair, every time your body is close to mine, silence is the only present ingredient that fulfils the moment.
My head resting on your chest, looking at the start in the open sky
The only cloud I see is the smoke of your cigarette.
...And I hold still onto you
the more I feel, the more I think of it,
The less I believe it is real
Because the more I feel, the more I fear
It feels like our end is near
But... when our lips cross, the world becomes a fairytale,
and I, we, the poison that flows inside of me, embraced with love..
I hope it’s not real
Oh...It’s delightful, breathtaking, magnificent!
Than why do I wish for it to end?
Everlasting questions run through my head, are you the right one to fall for? Am I making a mistake? Will I be hurt? Should this be happening?
Am I afraid to love?
I hold onto my glass of wine, take my mind away from you... into the wild where I find myself safe.
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